Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Hungary and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Blancmange to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Popol Vuh,
Kurtis Blow,
H. Thieme,
Althea and Donna,
Don Cherry,
Marc Almond,
Black Pus,
The Cowsills,
Eden Ahbez,
Letta Mbulu,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Christie,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Techniques,
DJ Style,
Mission of Burma,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gun Club,
Spoonie Gee,
OOIOO,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tubeway Army,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camouflage,
Pylon,
Dual Sessions,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxette,
Newcleus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minutemen,
Anakelly,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skriet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oneida,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gichy Dan,
Cameo,
Drexciya,
Q and Not U,
Funkadelic,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantytec,
Parry Music,
48th St. Collective,
the Germs,
Yellowson,
T. Rex,
World's Most,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.